Bound By The Blood Moon

CHAPTER TWO

   The night expectation had been fulfilled and as I stood outside of the nightclub, I felt the damp early morning breeze glide pass me and remove all lingering scents. I took a long whiff of the air with the sun above me and picked up various scents of people who had been around the club for the past week. I walked to my car and pulled out the keys from the back pocket of my jeans. As I thrust the key into the ignition, I noticed a young lady dressed in a plain black knee length gown, walking up to me with a package in her right hand. Her black 8 inch heels clicked on the concrete as she neared me. I got into the driver’s seat and watched as she walked straight towards my black Lamborghini.
      “Buna dimineata donmule. I have a little token for you from management.”
      “Oh. What’s in the bag, dear?”
   I reached out as she passed the bag into my hands. As I held it open with both hands, I saw a bottle of Dom Perignon 2008 and a new gold VIP card. I looked up at the lady and as she smiled in response, I noticed that she had a gold tooth in her lower half that reflected the sunlight into my eyes. I turned away, as all humans would do, and told her thanks for the gift and kind gesture. I started the car and with my windows all closed, I drove off. I felt and heard the hum of my engine as I sped through the roads without a care in the world. I was virtually immortal and I had so much time on my hands. And even after living over a thousand years, I still know that there’s a whole lot that I haven’t experienced. I turned on the radio and tuned in to one of those music stations and heard Joyner Lucas’ “Lotto” stream through my speakers. I let it blare and drove down to my two floored cottage home about a mile away from Hoia forest. I drove into the little garage on the side while the housekeeper walked from the garden to welcome me.
   I was born here and all my necessary rituals were performed in Pioana Rotundat. It was the only home I ever knew. I had lived in other parts of the world but in the end, I came back home. Travelling round the world all my life, I needed a tether to hold me down; and this place in Romania was just that.
   I walked into the cottage and the servants all greeted me. I walked to the bedroom on the top floor and locked the door behind me. I looked through the window and watched the housekeeper’s daughter gather the servants and give them a little scolding. The job of taking care of this cottage home and my main mansion had been passed down through the Oxblood family through the ages. The first was a mere boy when my father found him wandering near the mansion on the night of a full moon. The werewolf hounds, what we call werewolves that are purely driven by hunger, that were guarding the mansion had gone to hunt. My father found Moses Oxblood moments before his head was bitten off by a hound. He saved him and brought him home. Although I was just 6 years old with him being 10 years older, he always called me Master Darren. My father taught me a lot of human life lessons and I learnt humility. So when my father died, I let him live in the house as a brother. He had sworn an oath with my father that his family and generations will forever be keepers of the King family. And it has been that way till today. But only one family member at a time could know the truth behind the cottage home. All servants that cleaned the mansion were brainwashed with a special incarnation so they forget everything they saw and happened the moment they leave the mansion.
   In the bedroom, I looked through the window and noticed the daughter of the housekeeper. She was walking through the garden and instructing different servants. She was very promising as the next housekeeper, with all her brothers abroad and only the youngest who was 15 who still lived with them. I had taken a liking to her since she was young and remembered her snuggling up to me all those years as she slept in my lap. I remember wiping myself out of her memory with a kiss so she doesn’t begin to wonder how I’ve lived so long. Even the servants were changed every ten years because this sole reason. It was one of the downsides of being immortal without ageing.

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Buna dimineata donmule - Good morning sir